in the hollow opaque's
where superficialities lays unreal
and wars rages within spilling dead blood
writing obituaries  for the living from the dying
pouring misguided hate and defiance of the truth
screaming loudly to look within yourselves and see the logs
in the myriad of differing coloured eyes in vapid soulless snowfalls
eternal sunshine of the light minds is not for grave diggers uninspired  
he digs from hollow cavities unhinging the defunct emptiness of being
she stains in whispering dark clouds watering the cancer within warmly
it has always been about them as in by them through them for them and in them